Before I became a mom, I knew certain things would change, but I didn't know exactly how those changes would alter my day-to-day life. I quickly realized that many of those changes simply modified my idea of "normal." It was normal not to sleep and it was normal to get puked on by a tiny human and, well, it was normal to do all the weird things every mom does when she's cooking. When you adjust to life as a mom, what you do in order to accomplish what would otherwise be "easy" tasks, becomes strange and odd to most, but completely and totally normal to you. Oh, motherhood, you wonderfully weird life choice, you.
With a daughter who is constantly on the go, my life as an already busy college student got even more chaotic. I quickly find myself with absolutely no time in my day to do simple, routine tasks, let alone things I had an interest in. If I tried to do something for myself, my daughter would want to do something (or, you know, anything) else. If I tried to do something as simple as the laundry or cleaning or cooking, my daughter would want to "help," which, while sweet, was ridiculously ineffective. Fresh and newly folded clothes being thrown across the room isn't exactly my idea of "putting clothes away."
Strangely, and thankfully, once you adjust your routine and learn how to get things done, while simultaneously caring for and engaging with a tiny little mini-you, things are relatively easy. That doesn't mean they're not weird, though, and when it comes time to cook dinner, I've realized that nearly everything I do in order to make a meal is, um, strange, including the following: